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2023.06.06 17:11 I_wet_my_plantsys The Clorox tablets worked until they didn’t, a break up story….favorite pool chemical brands?
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We bought a house with a pool about a year ago and replaced the pool equipment ourselves. We had been using just the Clorox tablets and balancing just fine until recently. The CYA got out of control so we pumped out 1/4 of the pool and refilled yesterday. Had the water tested this morning after the refill. Now that I’m dumping Clorox and Leslie’s prices seem outrageous I want to know who you get your chemicals from! submitted by I_wet_my_plantsys to pools [link] [comments]
(Pools have a big learning curve…lol)
2023.06.06 03:41 slv2xhrist Another One has fallen! And I’m not talking Biden!
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This list keeps growing and we just now have breaking news regarding a Whistleblower who testified under oath to congress. What are some thoughts about more and more people coming out about this highly extra-dimensional phenomenon? submitted by slv2xhrist to TimPool [link] [comments]
David Grusch (National Geospatial Intelligence Agency)
Breaking News: Whistleblower Air Force veteran and former member of the National Geospatial Intelligence Agency is coming forward with information on what he claims are extraterrestrial craft recovered and kept secret by the U.S. government.
Dr. Hal Puttoff From The Journal of Cosmology
”There is an unidentified aerial phenomenon interacting with our current human population on Earth. It is currently unknown whether this phenomenon is exclusively extraterrestrial, extradimensional, crypto-terrestrial, demonic, djinn like, ancient entity, time-travelers, etc…or some combination of any or all of these.”
It’s a brave new world Dismissive Skeptical World-View is taking a NoseDive
🙋♀️🙋🙋♂️We Salute You(Hunger Games)
Let’s Remember All The Fallen…
RIP to Dismissive Skeptical Thought
Sam Harris(American philosopher, neuroscientist)
Eric Weinstein(Scientific Skeptic)
Hal Putoff(Engineer and Parapsychologist)
Lue Elizondo(Director of AATIP)
Bill Nelson(NASA Director)
Avril Haines (Director of National Security)
Christopher Mellon (Pentagon Official)
Kevin Knuth(Physics Professor)
Jim Lacatski(Government Scientist)
Colm Kelleher(Government Scientist)
George Knapp(Investigative Journalist)
Jeremy Corbell(Investigative Journalist)
John Alexander(Government Scientist)
David Fravor(Navy Pilot)
Alex Dietrich(Navy Pilot)
Richard Dolan(Investigative Journalist)
Leslie Kean(New York Times)
Ralph Blumenthal(New York Times)
Gary P. Nolan(Microbiologist and Geneticist)
Dr. Garry P. Nolan – Dec. 10th, 2021 Transcript: “They May Be From Another Level Of Reality That We Don’t Understand”
David Grusch ( National Geospatial Intelligence Agency) - Monday June 05, 2023
2023.06.06 00:45 Aromatic_Watch88 Chemical help and leak from union connector
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We are opening our pool for the first time, it’s an above ground pool. The pool was pretty dark and had lots of algae. We’ve shocked overnight with zappit twice and it has lightened up but wanted to see if we should be doing anymore so we took the water to Leslie’s for help. This is our readings. How or what can can do to get our pool blue again? I tried to vacuum the pool, it wasn’t sucking and created an air pocket in the pump, upon taking the top off to fill up again the union connector is starting to leak. So another problem… I’m wondering if it’s time for a new pump as this one looks pretty old. submitted by Aromatic_Watch88 to pools [link] [comments]
2023.06.05 22:35 thunderlz How much copper is too much?
Opened the pool recently for the season and got everything into balance. The pool looks fine and ready to go, crystal clear blue, but my Leslie's readouts have been showing a steady increase in copper from last season into this season. It's currently at 0.6 ppm. It's an in-ground, concrete, saltwater pool.
Is this a concern at this point? Should I be trying to bring this to zero? Or is this not an issue at this level and more of a "wait and see which way it goes?" I wanted to get a better idea before I shell out money for the remedies whether it's needed. Thank you for any advice.
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2023.06.05 03:47 AttackAttackSakura fuslie/Leslie Looking Very Pretty At The Pool Wearing Her Bikini 🤗
2023.06.04 19:19 Techerson Help Please! Pool cloudiness since opening?
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Thank you in advance for any help or guidance! submitted by Techerson to pools [link] [comments]
Opened our above ground pool Saturday 5/27 and it was a pale foggy green. Can’t see the bottom. Pool is 15,000 gal. The green is staining caused by copper & metals had this problem last year. We do not have a heater but our pool is old. Previously removed the stains with Stain Free Maximum and Metal free.
We believed the cloudiness was caused by high CyA and Alk. Yesterday drained 25% of pool refilled Alk down and CyA now higher?!?
Any next steps would be appreciated.
2023.06.03 17:14 Old-One5693 Pool People of Penfield
Pool person here. My go to store is Leslie’s in Penfield. The manager aka the GOAT of pool maintenance- Ian is no longer there. I am looking only for his last name or a means of contacting him, not for help but to send a bottle of bourbon his way. He was a HUGE help for the pool at my in laws when my Father in Law passed in 2019. Please help me locate this amazing human.
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2023.06.02 18:42 hmmconvenient Leslie pools coupon
2023.06.02 05:02 fpuni107 Liquid Chlorine
Went to Leslie’s and found my CYA is already in the 90s after I drained a year ago. I mentioned I was sick of the pucks and was going to go to liquid chlorine and he said that would be “the stupidest thing I could do” because it’s 10% chlorine and 90% “shit I don’t want in my pool.” He also said to only but Leslie’s stuff so I know I was in a sales pitch. However, is his claim that liquid chlorine has a bunch of stuff I don’t want in my pool true?
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2023.06.01 20:22 fr0IVIan Pool water keeps getting cloudy
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Pool started looking cloudy and green last Wednesday and FC was undetectable by my Taylor K2006 kit, so I shocked it up to 10ppm. Went out of town from Thursday to Sunday, then worked three 12’s from Monday to Wednesday so was unable to SLAM. submitted by fr0IVIan to pools [link] [comments]
Took a sample to Leslie’s, pics above.
I’ve passed OCLT twice since opening the pool, but I can’t seem to maintain FC levels WNL. CYA has been undetectable from the start, so I’m thinking I’ll adjust calcium hardness, then SLAM with liquid chlorine, then adjust CYA.
I’ve posted previously about finding DE in my pool as well, and since then I properly fastened the tube sheet set of my DE filter and replaced the rubber gasket, but still find DE in the pool.
Help would be appreciated. We’ve had this pool for ten years and I’ve never had to deal with issues this frequently.
2023.06.01 01:43 saa00326 NoPhos in pool instead of skimmer
Well, friends, after spending a few hours taking apart my cartridge, cleaning filters and putting it back together, I totally spaced out and opened the bottle of Leslie’s NoPhos and started to dump directly into the pool. Blame it on Texas heat exhaustion?! I don’t use this product often but as soon as it hit the water, it started to cloud. I estimate that I got about 15 oz in there before my brain reminded me that it was supposed to go into the skimmer. Didn’t find much for remedies on this mistake. I’m running the pump and I have my Dolphin pool cleaner in there. Pressure looks fine (15psi) on the cartridge. Anyone make this silly mistake before? Any tips?
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2023.05.31 00:21 rocco244 Do I need to slam pls
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I'm seeing some little algea spots in the walls of the pool. At this point with my last test reading. Am I supposed to slam? submitted by rocco244 to pools [link] [comments]
2023.05.30 16:56 LeBarkingDuck Need Advice on Teal Cloud Pool and SLAM
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I have a chlorine pool with an approximate 25k gal capacity. For context when I opened the pool it was dark green filled with algae. I’ve been following trouble free pool and have been SLAMing for 2 days now (16 total 1 lb bags of Leslie’s Power Powder Plus shock). This is 2 days of quadruple shock based off of a 1 lb bag treating 16.5k gal if I rounded my pool’s capacity up to 30k gal. submitted by LeBarkingDuck to pools [link] [comments]
I’ve just gotten it to a good total chlorine level, but I’m unsure where to go from here. Pool chemistry is:
Hardness - 250 ppm Total Chlorine - 1 ppm Free Chlorine - 0.5 ppm Bromine - 0 ppm Alkalinity - 100 ppm Cyanuric Acid - was 0, expected to be 30 ppm with recent conditioner addition pH - about 7
I held off on adding any CYA until now because I didn’t want to overchlorinate the pool and risk needing to de-chlorinate.
Since Total Chlorine is still somewhat high, is it a good plan to add 2 more lbs of shock which adds 6 ppm of chlorine to my pool? I anticipate the pH to rise naturally with this addition as well. When chemistry is balanced, I’ll add clarifier in the end. Thanks for the help!
2023.05.30 15:35 Temporary_Process618 This is starting tomorrow, I’ll be there Saturday into Monday
2023.05.30 14:25 AlienNationSSB Alien-Nation Chapter 169: Jailbreak
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Chapter summary: Vaughn liberates a bunch of people. Elias can't sleep and makes some decisions and receives a weird offer. Chapter Art- Vaughn's Mask, a World War One Tanker Splatter Mask
Alien-Nation Chapter 169: Jailbreak A Leslie's Pool Supplies retail outlet made for a strange rally point for any group of people, even moreso now that the whole strip mall along what had been Concord Pike had long since closed. The stainless letters spelled the forgotten name of the shopping center, still proudly adorned the top of the diagram of blank signs ensured at least the brick obelisk was a conveniently obvious marker for the men to find and make preparations for assaulting the jail.
'Morningstar' squadron had swelled their cell's numbers to well over twenty by absorbing the miscellaneous fragments of other cells, whose skills were more generalized. The name carried over to the newly formed Strike Force by virtue of being both the largest and the lynchpin of the operation's success.
This was the largest force of the three organized groups they'd split into, each aiming to try and hit the larger jails along Route 202, the other two branches making a target list of their own. Vendetta had given them an extra half hour to at least get themselves close to in-position, but with only one shortwave had no way of knowing if they would coordinate their strike. He was a known element to everyone even if only by name. At least Elias's words stayed true; All seemed very familiar and well-practiced with their carried weaponry. More importantly, none contested his assigned leadership or questioned his orders.
Vaughn cradled the RPG he'd been given, eyeing the well-lit building just over the carefully landscaped hill. The last had been over a half hour ago. The box-mart across the old highway was the temporary headquarters of the repositioned Troop One, after the suburbs near Camp Death had been cleared, likely soon to be repositioned again. But the size of the old box-mart seemed to indicate several things, that it was largely indefensible, could contain a fair few prisoners, and by its proximity to Camp Death, could be useful to strike regardless.
The flow of traffic was unusually heavy for being well before the crack of dawn. Perhaps people were trying their luck getting up old 202 to try and reach the border that way, after having no luck along other closed border checkpoints. There was a feeling of self-consciousness in carrying heavy weapons out in the open along a suburban highway most had driven along during peacetime, the juxtaposition of old familiar environment and newly familiar activity showing just how much their lives had changed. Moreso as cars rolled along it like it was a Friday night of olde, the two lives- old and new, bumping shoulders for a moment.
"You ready?" He asked, snapping them back to the present.
Mutters of assent was good enough. Haltingly, everyone in the mishmashed strike team moved toward the precinct's bright lights, taking advantage of the long shadows and occasional noise of the passing cars.
It was an unassuming building, the repurposed garrison made out of some retail outlet built back in the turbulent seventies, all brick and little else but tiny glass doors, with not even windows for the occupants to know the impending violence had been approaching. What era will this be known as? Early Imperial? Resistance? Revolutionary? Wondered the teen, as he leveled it at the lobby. Good? Bad? Hell, I'm just the man with the gun.
Everyone levelled their weapons as once, and Vaughn held a hand high. "We're here to liberate the prison, not blow it sky high," he chuckled. It was hardly armored or reinforced- or at least, so it seemed to him. And if it was, then the Data Center had shown the virtue of striking the same spot with concentrated fire beat showering it with dispersed impacts.
At least the glass door looked normal enough. "Bump and grind, forward. Forward!" He hissed. "Aim at that- there- the front door." Easy enough for the homemade launcher to hit, and these were arguably of the lowest utility if things went sideways. Elias had taught him asset management well- it was a waste to throw your best equipment at a stationary target. While the design was tried-and-tested, Vaughn still took a few steps away.
The improvised launcher let out a metallic clunk, and with a surprisingly subdued noise and recoil the projectile was sent tumbling freely, end over end, the cap blown clean off the improvised launcher. A second later, the giant projectile more than made up for it as the round smashed through the glass door, taking the automatic door slightly off the rails and bowing slightly inward- before then blowing both them and a hail of glass fragments outward as the detonation went off inside the main lobby.
Someone in a security forces uniform staggered out.
"Infantrymen, Fire!" Vaughn roared to the infantrymen, most of Morningstar dutifully restraining themselves as a hail of bullets sprayed into the storefront and even stitched up the exterior brickwork. Clearly, some insurgents were better trained than others judging by the tracer rounds and slowly tapering off rounds.
"Advance and reload! Morningstar, spread out and cover!"
The smoke and dust was subdued, at least for now, and left them with a surprisingly clear view into the front entrance. Red streaks were painted up on the wall, black and grey of smoke-dusted debris mixed in like a spin-art collage.
The lobby's contents were an absolute shambles- everything set on a ledge had been knocked about, including the ledges and desks themselves. The security forces inside responded by charging out the main doors to follow just a second later.
A hail of gunfire met them, most of the armored troopers flinching reflexively, their armor plates overlapping and protecting their wearer. A few reflexively tried returning fire despite the harsh stings of rounds tugging on the mix of fabric, bulletproof weave, and shattering off the neosteel plate they wore. The gunfire never let up on those unfortunate few who had charged out from their cover, the complete lack of coordination, dissimilar reloading times from infantry with unequal amounts of time spent with their weapons. Effective equipment and enthusiasm was undercut by poor training, surprise, and total lack of a plan to counter being outnumbered. Morningstar, on the other hand, had the numbers, the angle, and the element of surprise.
One by one the Security Forces lay flat. Either they were dead, had the fight knocked out of them, or were trying to present as minimal target as they could while they lined up their own rifles to return fire. It was hard to say for certain what the intent was, but the outcome was little different. Round after round continued pouring into them from dozens of unevenly sized magazines, an RPG or two sending the bodies of any who tried opening fire tumbling, their limbs likely held on by the durable material underneath. When they landed, their bodies folded like misshapen laundry, pressed into unnatural shapes with the wearer still inside.
The whole front engagement was over in less than a minute. A pale, non-gauntleted hand waved frantically from behind a shattered brick front, red streaking down the fingers.
"Hold!" Vaughn shouted. "Identify!" The hand continued waving, and Vaughn shoved an unwitting volunteer forward to pull the man out from behind, to reveal a man in a stained tee shirt with a dazed expression and blood dripping from a series of scratches on his cheeks, cut in like a cat's claws had raked over them.
"Civilian!" Vaughn bellowed over his ringing ears. "Any others inside?"
The man shook his head and mouthed 'no,' his voice seemingly too hoarse- perhaps from having spent an untold amount of time screaming.
The man was wrong- there were, or at least 'had been' more security forces inside. A sudden blast and the tinkering of shrapnel caused Vaughn to duck, then charge forward, his improvised explosive launcher discarded, swinging his shotgun around from his back to rest in his hands. A Technical had tried to leave via a service bay exit, apparently not even managing to round the corner before an RPG wielded by a Morningstar veteran had upended the uparmored pickup as it pulled out.
A survivor crawled from the wreckage, and Vaughn sprinted forward, pressing the barrel against the shivering man's temple as he raised his empty hands. The wet splatter kicked high, and Vendetta checked for any other survivors, the smoking tip of his shotgun wafting grey in the fluorescent tubes of the old retail outlet.
The technicals were indeed tough, he noted, but the round seemed to have flown into a wheel well, bypassing the plating. No one else inside seemed to be moving- yet still, he made certain. There'd be no theatrics of announcing himself to an enemy who played dead by standing in the open and giving orders, letting them try and exact some measure of revenge, or gasping out some warning to the shil'vati. No, a strike was to be calculated, and that calculation was to be total.
Two minutes later and a clear picture of the aftermath had emerged. Over five hundred prisoners rescued from the cells, cramped together like sardines, hastily erected concrete laid in a grid backstopping a prefab prison. PVC pipes ran from room to room for toilets no less roughshod in their construction, set straight into the dirty linoleum. Quite a few of the prisoners were deafened somewhat. The skeleton crew of Security Forces personnel hadn't stood a chance- supposedly, most were out, working from some kind of list, or perhaps had finished their shift after a long day of throwing people into prison.
Vaughn gestured with the shotgun. "There's your exit, people. If you're still undecided about the Shil'vati, then this was your wake-up call. If you're still undecided about us, then I'm not sure what to tell you. We just risked our lives to save yours. You want to pay it back? You can either pay it forward by helping us with the next prison, or you can help the Emperor of Mankind. Blankets, food, water, soldiers, guns, ammo, whatever you've got that you think might help. He hasn't said it, but I reckon you all owe him, if you've got a decent bone in your body, you'll at least bring him something, offer to try and help. If you want, you can listen in on the radio for instructions, and if you haven't got a shortwave, I'll separate off a few from our strike squad who can fill you in and get you there, if you feel like chipping in on the war effort."
Vaughn lowered the shotgun, taking a shell off his bandoleer and loading it in to replace the one he'd fired.
"That went well," Parker remarked. "And not a bad speech. Short, to the point, and all that. Honestly, I wish I'd brought a whole crew. One for the close-up on that impact. But, uh, that execution..."
"Completely necessary," Vaughn snapped, irritatedly. "That guy was fatally wounded. Putting him out of his misery was an act of mercy. And you'll remember to narrate that, if you got that on film."
"Of course." Parker didn't deny where he'd been aiming the camera- saving Vaughn at least the headache of reviewing the footage, and then having to kill Parker, if it turned out he'd been lying.
"I'm starting to think of these jail cells as something more like a pinata full of prizes. Namely, insurgents and good PR," he muttered. Truth be told, he'd wanted more of a fight. Vaughn pulled the radio from his pocket, and sent out the broadcast. "Done here. 202 North has been cleared. About four fifty good to go in some sense of the word, though where's anyone's guess. Tried sending them your way, don't know if they'll take it. Another fifty will need medical treatment. No casualties on our end. Surprise was total. We've got pictures. No enemies taken prisoner."
Vendetta stared around the lobby, an idea slowly dawning on him.
"Hey! Hey hey hey! Snag armor off any of the ones that you can. Grab any goods that are stocked up, and arm up anyone who says they're headed to Camp Death with the weapons the guys had here. Come on, we can't stay too long here. You-" he pointed at a man who had held down the trigger on his rifle, spraying the building at full auto. "-You're fucking useless at fighting. Gather up the ones who are able and willing to fight, get them packed into a civilian-style police cruiser, and drive them on over to Camp Death. Everyone, help him load up. Get everything you can out of the Evidence lockers into the trunks- they can fit a lot, trust me, I'd know. Camp Death's going to need goodies. Come on, move, people, move!"
Morningstar Squadron had re-mustered on Vendetta.
"Alright, now what?" They almost seemed eager for more.
A smile crept across Vendetta's face, invisible to all as he pointed at the row of vehicle keys.
"I think it's time we hit 141 and a couple more," he muttered, pulling it off the hook. "Now...wheelman, shotgun, or turret?"
"Accidentally Cut Content" [Author's Note: Hey Everyone. I made a really dumb mistake and included part of the next chapter in the previous one's end in my rush to get it out the door. So the first couple paragraphs will be a repeat, but this IS a new chapter. I even updated those first four or five paragraphs slightly.]
I couldn't sleep well on the cot that night. Though I noticed hours ticked by, every moment seemed to be spent tossing and turning. I even tried resting with the mask off, held in my hands, but the risk to my identity being discovered if anyone barged in caused me enough stress to worsen the situation. Eventually, I gave up, kicked the covers off and donned the mask again, making my rounds around the camp, trying to calm myself down by taking a midnight stroll. Instead, I felt eyes countless following me, and I had to force myself to stand tall for them. For the thousandth time, I thought of this as my Valley Forge.
As I patrolled, I could hear whispered prayers, muttered plans of action, and mercifully, snores. At least some were getting some sleep. I could see orange lights reflecting off the clouds from where I knew Wilmington lay. It seemed Vaughn was keeping busy, if indeed it was his handiwork.
A few shipment inspections and a routine update from a sentry later, and I felt caught up to speed. I noticed Radio from the corner of my eye, seemingly also unable to sleep.
I almost jumped a foot in the air when I felt the tap on my shoulder, only to find G-Man's mask staring into mine. How strange that such a haunting visage was a comfort to me.
"Hey. Can't sleep?" He sounded surprisingly serene. Or maybe it was just tired resignation. His hands seemed stuck in a familiar claw-like shape after holding the soldering iron for so long, and my fingers ached in sympathy. My mask's filters took much of the scent of smoke I could smell from the distant fires, but I was sure that if I wasn't wearing my mask that G-Man would smell faintly of molten silver solder. I'd wondered how we'd repaired and updated so many railguns so quickly. Now I knew what he'd put himself through.
"I can't," I confessed. "G-Man, I'm sorry what happened with your father. Hell of a birthday." I hadn't even had a chance to give him the present I'd bought him- a couple new filters, and vintage craftsman toolkit, 'from before they sold out,' as Verns had phrased it. The memory of his voice already felt distant, somehow.
"Wasn't your fault. Even if Town Hall wasn't your big idea to get them to retaliate, you know? Then they'd still have done something. But, uh, thanks for saying that. And thanks for trying to get dad out. I'll remember that." George said quietly, then the conversation ended when he turned away and went to the edge of the embankment. Just like that.
I could never quite get a read on him, but I wanted to respect his distance. Whatever he was feeling, he seemed to want to feel it alone, and to keep his own counsel on the matter.
I continued course toward Radio.
"Any word from Miskatonic?" I asked hopefully.
Radio offered a noncommittal shrug, then dropped it in a hurry, raising one hand to massage his chest. "They say 'this is your war,' but did ship us a small container."
I hadn't exactly expected them to line up alongside us in the trenches in their white coats, but I'd hoped they'd have had some kind of wonder drug or noxious gas we might deploy. Something toxic to the Shil'vati but not us. The best they'd given us so far were experimental bullets and toxic-tipped arrows and knives, the former of which supposedly could potentially the armor, if fired with enough force and impacted with a good angle. If true, then I supposed they might be moderately useful in an ambush, and they had helpfully included a pair of compound bows. I had conducted a pretty decent survey of the defense, but I hadn't thought to ask if any were experienced archers. I also couldn't imagine taking someone off a railgun, large caliber rifle, or even an old cannon to hand them a bow and arrow without feeling like I was somehow offering them an insult without equipping it myself, and there was better I could think to do with the remaining minutes before the Shil'vati would inevitably come looking than to practice.
They'd fallen out of favor for a reason, and it wasn't that the earliest guns outperformed bows.
They had also supplied a small cache of rifles that were more likely to pulverize than penetrate unless the armor had been compromised already. These were still appreciated, but hardly the game changer I wanted in return for all we'd sent them.
Then Radio leaned in, voice kept conspiratorially low. "They did, however, mention an exfiltration for you."
Sam had been right, I wouldn't get back anything close to the value of what I'd sent out. At least, not unless I was willing to abandon everything and everyone, to cut and run for my life. Such a decision would be the inglorious end of the revolution, spelling doom for everyone in it, and all of humanity's culture. I'd forever be remembered as a coward, if I was so lucky to be remembered at all.
"Well, I'm not going."
"Okay, but here's a real head-scratcher. Did you show them where Camp Death is? I've been careful not to broadcast our coordinates, and my little helpers haven't been talking with Miskatonic. And the person on the shortwave mentioned that the border would free up tomorrow morning, then mentioned the interstate right up against the back of our base as a meeting point. They said Last Exit Before Pennsylvania. That's right there." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "And I didn't mention broadcasting without a cat's paw or relay. I mean there's a chance they triangulated, but throwing together a plan that fast? Nah, man, they knew."
I searched my memory. "I'm certain that I didn't mention it to them...did Hex? She did that internship. No, wait, she got picked up and dropped off at Warehouse Base. Unless she mentioned something on the drive past? She said they were somewhere North." Now that Radio had mentioned it, I was left with a bit of a puzzle. How did they know? How much did they know about us?
"They had to have known somehow. And if they didn't know before and just figured our location out, then I bet you it's not long before the Shil'vati figure it out themselves and come sniffing," Radio resignedly threw a hand up. "Should we update the signal? Start directing people straight here?"
We had numbers, yes, but we could still do to take more in, especially if the fighting dragged on or casualties mounted higher than I projected. "How long until they're sure we're here?"
Radio yawned under his mask, the animated glass-plated mask he wore misinterpreting it with an ASCII shocked ":O" face. "We've been broadcasting all night, so, who knows?"
"Well, if it was just a signal they picked up on any random given day, how long would it typically take for the Shil'vati to muster a response?"
"Depends on the day." At my silent stare, he objected further. "They sometimes respond pretty fast to that sort of thing, but these aren't normal times, E. They used to come to check out wherever I broadcast from within an hour or two or two, but remember, they've kind of got their hands full right now thanks to Vendetta's jailbreaks. Plus, there's so many more signals." He checked the screen of his shortwave and chuckled, then lightly massaged his chest again. "I'm sure we've already gone way past."
"Alright. If we see anyone snooping around us, add our location to the broadcast. That way, anyone in the resistance or is sympathetic but isn't sure where Camp Death is can find their way here. In the meantime, though, I still think we're best not leaking it. At least with the sentries having set in the final claymores and outer defenses, we should be well-situated to ward off anything they throw at us."
"Maybe. Maybe not," George said from behind me, and I froze.
He'd helped build this place. He'd know any weaknesses as well as his father.
"They might have cloaking tech, or some other means of infiltration," his voice was a dry rasp.
I shuddered thinking about it. "That's a good point," I muttered. "Assassination and recovery might be up their alley...except, I think they're terrified of what losing me might mean for their hostages."
"I'll be honest. I don't think she cares at this point," G-Man countered. I couldn't fault his gloomy disposition. I could just hope that he didn't want something bad to happen to us, to balance out that something bad had happened to him, from some weird sense of fairness.
"Think about it for a second. What happens if you die? Then what does that let her do if that happens?"
It was with a startle I realized he had a good point. Azraea had committed to a shocking all-in, something that would shake the political landscape and memories of countless denizens of the state. Months of carefully planned schemes involving carefully planned defensive patrols meant to reinforce one another, frustrate, and hinder our operations had culminated in us adapting, learning. We thought we had her beaten, especially when we destroyed her monitoring, data collection, and reporting asset in Something Else Square. Then she'd pulled something like this out of a hat, catching us totally flat-footed, rounding up who-knew how many of us before we could muster. What other assumptions had I made that were incorrect? Would she hold fire, if she knew where I was if it meant sparing the hostages? Or were they now just an 'acceptable, if regrettable' loss? When your opponent becomes unpredictable, issues arise, especially when you're counting on them to do certain things.
If it was, then I'd just done her work for her, and all of us would be dead the moment she figured out where we were, and at least the end would come faster than I knew it had arrived.
I realized I was staring up into the orange-lit cloudy night sky. I could voice none of this, not without undermining morale and potentially sparking a panic.
"If she was going to start bombarding the state, she'd have started already by now," I chuckled. "The borders are sealed, right? Why wait? Why bother trying to build some sense of dread? She's not a vampire who feeds on fear. I choose to not be afraid of what she may do. I instead intend to plan around it, to the extent that we can. Besides, if I die, what would the twins do to the hostages?"
George made a disappointed growl, his sore hands turning from awkward claws into shaking fists. "That may be the point. If the Twins do anything to the hostages in retaliation for your death, then maybe as long as she didn't pull the trigger, she thinks she'll be absolved of whatever damage their deaths mean to them."
I wasn't sure she thought that way. Heck, after months, the woman was still an absolute enigma to me. Governess Bal'shir, I understood- the flurry of speeches and photo-ops and handshakes at civic meetings with 'literally-who's-that' of 'what-community' had been carte blanche for us to grow. Ministriva was a lying snake, and once we pieced that together, I ripped her apart. But Azraea? What drove the Fleet Admiral to come down here? Duty. There wasn't any sort of hard policy she followed that I could tell, not that I knew Shil'vati military doctrine well, being an outsider such as I was. Perhaps it was the greater liberty afforded her of being both Governess and General that made it seem like her plans shifted and changed in ways that made it hard for me to keep up. Or maybe she was just at such a rank and in such a position of power to where she could make her judgment calls. If so, that begged the question: What was 'the line' for her? I had a feeling I'd somehow crossed it already. Probably Radio's tape of me fucking the Empress, if I was to be honest. Most unfair to be judged for something that hadn't been my decision, though I doubted an apology from either of us would amount to much.
I looked over to my Lieutenants. They'd helped carry me this far. I'd be foolish to ignore them now. What could I do to at least mitigate the risk that he was right, and there was someone looking to kill me, right here and now?
"Alright, fine, you've convinced me. Instruct the sentries to get the next dozen people who we intake to help patrol the inner perimeter, and to keep a watch for...well, I mean, a stealthy seven foot tall purple alien with giant tits?"
"Something invisible," George supplied.
"Alright, for anything shifting in the tall grasses that they can't immediately see- I can't really ask them to keep an eye out for something they can't see, can I?" I was suddenly too tired to think properly.
"I'll explain it," G-Man offered.
"And I'll get the sentries ready to take over the radio, explaining how it works, then I'll try heading to bed, too," Radio offered, and I realized that a yawn sounded very strange through a voice modulator- his ASCII helmet seemed to fritz out again for a second.
"I should change my sleeping quarters, too," I muttered. "They'll almost certainly check the command cabin for me, if they manage to enter. I'll pick a tunnel- uh...somewhere."
"Might be smart. Could be they'll try and take out the explosives shed, too. Make it look like an accident on our part, get rid of any hostages, and then get a free pass to exact vengeance on the state. Got anywhere in mind?"
I thought to myself. Where might be a good resting area? There were many tunnels that led to bunkers, firing outposts, and even to stowage areas. Any one of them might do in theory, but I knew of one that overlooked one of the two streams that ran along the side of Camp Death. I didn't want to situate myself either too low to where I was on the very front of the lines- why make an assassin's job even easier by putting myself on the perimeter, after all? But the creek should make a pleasant bit of white noise- and also get me away from the center shed. "Probably facing North, along Perkins run. G-Man, you look absolutely dead on your feet. Get some rest if you can, you've certainly done enough and gone through enough for today."
"There's...still things to do."
"There always will be. If the others are finished doing their repairs, lock the shed," I muttered. "I know the hostages are in there, so post a sentry or two there, too, to watch over the entrance. You're right that she may try some kind of underhanded tactic." It wouldn't do much if they decided to set charges against the side or something, and the subsequent explosion would be, in a word, 'cataclysmic'. "This was supposed to be a relaxing walk to help me rest..." I scratched at my chin under the mask, feeling the beginnings of the few scratchy hairs that had grown since I'd last shaved, and feeling the cool fresh air without the filter as the wind kicked up.
"Sorry," G-Man offered sheepishly. "I'll go tell 'em."
While he ambled off, I followed Radio back to his pile of equipment.
"Before we split then, one last thing."
"Yeah?" Radio asked.
"Have we recovered Verns?" I asked Radio. "Any word?"
"No, not that I've heard," Radio confessed. "Vendetta's been mostly quiet, I think to hide his heading from anyone who might be listening, but I know that he's struck at least three jails and counting. Some of the ones he's freed are trickling up to us here on foot, and it seems he and Morningstar are acting like a human wrecking ball. The troops are calling it Operation Smash-and-Grab."
"Smash-and-grab," I laughed, thinking of the pun. "I like it. Do we have a more recent headcount?"
"Sam said we've got enough to last about three days of continuous, round-the-clock fighting with the hundreds of people we have here. If we get a resupply run- well, I suppose it would depend upon how big a hole gets blasted in the encirclement. Or, well, something to that effect. Look, man, I'm 'Radio', not 'Telephone,' and I don't have the head for this logistics shit that you two do. You want to talk to Sam, you get the man on the radio yourself, or ask one of the Sentries I'm sticking here to manage the comms. Point being, you try and get hold of him. I'm done for the night."
I could have said something witty back, but it felt counterproductive, and would only delay the sleep I was now well overdue for.
"I've got an idea for an update. The ones Vendetta's letting loose? They can gather supplies and wait for the signal to reinforce, or to agitate, or can organize people into a more focused group, one that can punch through whatever blockade they try and form up. It'll also force the Shil'vati to not concentrate forces on our back door-" I pointed back at the interstate. "Even if they clear them out, the opportunity for us to encircle and destroy and then break out is too high for them to really try to do a mass deployment along our back." Sam was, I knew, something of a career criminal. Able to rub elbows with the worst elements of humanity. He was a facilitator, I knew, not really a leader. "Can you tell him-"
Radio was already fiddling with the dial. "Already on it," he muttered. "Lotta profit in looting, should be easy for him to steer people with that, or something. Get some sleep, E."
I went up to a sentry, requisitioned a sleeping bag someone had helpfully brought, went into a trench and told him where I'd be if I was needed. I waved to Radio, and crawled into the gunnery tunnel, almost stepping on another four people already laying in it. I loosened my laces, clutched my sheathed knife, and fell into a fitful sleep.
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2023.05.29 20:40 allstartinter2021 Need some help with my new pool
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Any advice is appreciated. We just purchased this above ground pool a couple of weeks ago. I'm having issues getting all the levels good. I've watched countless videos trying to figure things out. I've also called several pool service companies and nobody will service these types of pools in our area. My chlorine levels are low despite shocking/ stabilizing twice since we have filled the pool. I had a good chlorine reading the day after shocking but it quickly went back down and also stabilizer has never been at proper level. I took a sample of the water in to Leslies pool store and they gave me a print out of instructions I followed them exactly and still my chlorine levels and stabilizer levels are too low. Any suggestions? submitted by allstartinter2021 to swimmingpools [link] [comments]
2023.05.29 05:32 Br0keGee hopefully this is the right spot to post this. murky pool help.. I will post in comments the issue.
2023.05.29 01:00 GotenRocko Does this look right, came out as a thick slime. Leslie's liquid pool cover.
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Used a different brand last year but used this couple of years ago and don't remember it being this thick. submitted by GotenRocko to pools [link] [comments]
2023.05.28 21:32 jwrezz Doheny's 2601 pump with "Non-adjustable discharge"
2023.05.28 20:54 Less_Significance913 House in Phoenix Arizona
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Just bought a house and I wanted to enjoy the pool before I drain it. I tested the water and here are the results. I am getting mixed opinions on what to add and how long to wait for. Pool’s 25000 gallons. Could I please have some advice? Also, is it safe to swim in at current conditions? submitted by Less_Significance913 to pools [link] [comments]
2023.05.28 20:29 dirtyculture808 50lb bag of calcium chloride at Lowes is $21 and at Leslie’s is $84
The only difference is the lowes product markets for ice/snow removal where Leslie’s markets to pool calcium hardness increaser.
Fuck Leslie’s, don’t give them your money
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2023.05.28 16:26 johnmduval High copper levels, hard time lowering
I'm a little a my wit's end, looking for some help from the experts.
Water test this year found very high copper levels around 2.0. I did some reading and found that the major causes of this are either copper-based algaecide or corrosion of heater copper.
The company that we use to open/close the pool added "1 QT MUSTARD ALGAE PLUS" to our 26000 gal pool. I looked up this algaecide online which says to use 8 oz for a 20000 gallon pool -- seemed likely that this caused the problem. Leslie's recommended "NoMetal", and this dropped the level from 2.0 to 1.7 to 1.5 to 1.3 (using full 33oz each time)
Given the cost of this NoMetal product, and that the target level is 0.2, Leslie's recommended partially draining the pool. We drained about 2 feet and re-filled with fresh water, but after that the copper level was STILL at 1.3 (no change!). I thought draining 25-30% would have dropped copper level a pretty good amount. I tested the town water to see if I was adding copper back in when refilling, but it came out at 0.1 so that's not it.
So now I'm not quite sure what to do. The Leslie's guy speculated that the copper is being replaced by corrosion of the heater and that I should look into having that replaced. I'm willing to do that if necessary but it's awfully expensive and I'm not even sure if that is the real problem.
Is there some definitive way to tell where this copper is coming from, and how to fix the problem? Any suggestions would be welcome.
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